He'll laugh and say that he can't sleep,
And he don't know the reason why,
Maybe it's the evil eye,
Oh that awful evil eye!
Remember how he used to hold you close,
Now in the middle of the night,
Oh the evil eye,
Oh that awful evil eye!
Supposedly it was a wise wise man
Who said it's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Than never to have loved
How many times does the truth you take to be true
Just truth falling apart at the same speed as you
'Til it all comes away at a million degrees
And you're just a few pieces of fallen debris
I go to the parties
Throw my hands in the air
I drink what they pour me
The cups of who cares
Go up in the night sky
Up in the clouds
Fly over the houses
I'm looking down
Joy to the city
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